Disclaimer: I do not own any plot similar to that of TTW and HP. Those would belong to the brilliant Audrey Niffenegger and J.K. Rowling.

Note: This does not follow canon of The Deathly Hallows.

Summary: Inspired by The Time Traveler's Wife. Draco has been cursed with the ability to time travel. It is something that he cannot control. Why is it that he keeps on finding himself at various stages of Hermione's life?

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A Sense of Permanence

Chapter Two

July 1, 2001

Azkaban

Somewhere in the middle of the North Sea

It was always the same dream: Runnning. Flashes of light. A woman crying. Pain. Darkness. These would be interwoven with scenes from the final battle at Hogwarts: His mother screaming. His own despair, a feeling of extreme coldness, and - the time turner.

Impulsively, he reached to run his fingers around his neck. When he had awakened from his blackout at the field, he had been greeted by the grim faces of several Aurors. They had taken him to St. Mungo's to be looked at before taking him straight to the Ministry.

"Draco Lucius Malfoy is hereby sentenced to one thousand days in prison for bearing the Dark Mark. Only upon completion of this sentence shall he be released from Ministry custody. Is that understood? Any questions? Very well. Strip him of his wand and other possessions. You are all dismissed."

The Aurors had gone through all of his clothes: His robes, his pockets, and even his shoes. The only things they were able to locate were a couple of Galleons, a quill that was broken in half, his wand, and a silver necklace.

The time turner was nowhere to be found. He made no mention of this, however. He simply told the Aurors that the necklace was a gift from his mother. And no, it did not have any sort of pendant at all.

Draco had not slept a wink that night. He had seen what happened to that time turner. But where exactly was it? It could not have just simply vanished. Did someone take it? Or did it explode just as he thought it had?

This plagued his thoughts mostly during the day. During the night, the nightmares came back to haunt him.

The days seemed to pass by in a blur. He was a quiet prisoner. He kept to himself and stayed out of trouble. He marked the days by scratching one thin line after the other on the stone wall in his cell. There was not much screaming during the night. The Dementors were no longer part of the guard. The new Minister of Magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, had deemed them to be - unreliable.

On his 1000th day in Azkaban, he found himself scratching the last thin line on his cell wall. It was almost surreal.

He was finally going home.

July 3, 2001

Malfoy Manor

Wiltshire, England

Draco winced upon catching his reflection on one of the manor's many antique mirrors. His skin was so pale he almost looked bloodless. His hair had grown past his shoulders. He was sporting a rather unruly beard and the circles around his eyes looked like bruises. In short, he looked absolutely atrocious.

"Darling, you look atrocious."

"Could not have said it better myself."

Narcissa Malfoy smiled and held out her arms. Draco walked into them and returned wholeheartedly his mother's embrace. "I have missed you, my son." She whispered. "This house was getting far too lonely."

Draco pulled away. "How are you faring, mother?"

Lucius had not survived the war. Voldemort had killed him after learning that he had been the one to set Narcissa free. It was quite possibly the only moment that Draco had ever felt proud of his father.

"Surprisingly well, actually. Now, why don't you go freshen up? Dinner shall be served in a while."

He nodded and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek.

It was good to be home.

...

His bedroom was gleaming clean. The house elves had apparently prepared it for his arrival. It was already nightfall, so the curtains were drawn and a fire was burning merrily at the corner. He resisted the urge to head straight to sleep at the sight of his bed. His mother was expecting him for dinner.

He headed to the bathroom where he once again took another look at his reflection on the mirror hanging above the sink. He reached for his wand. The Ministry had returned it to him upon his release.

He was about to perform a proper grooming spell when he noticed something strange. His hands were - glowing and...

...disintegrating?

His head seemed to be following suit and so was his feet and his entire body for that matter. His clothes decided to stay behind, however.

It was the most peculiar feeling, but not once did he feel a sense of terror. This almost felt - natural. Familiar, even. But how exactly was this happening?

He did not have time for answers because the next thing he knew, he was swirling away as if he had touched a Port Key.

April 19, 1988

Somewhere in Muggle London

He landed on freshly cut grass. It appeared that he was in someone's backyard. He made to stand when he realized that he was stark naked. He dropped down behind a bush. Bloody hell, where are my clothes? And then he recalled that they were left behind at the manor. He cursed under his breath. Now what? He did not even have his wand with him! This was insanity!

"Sir, why are you in my backyard?"

He nearly jumped at the sound. His hands went to cover his private parts. A little girl of about 7 was staring at him curiously. She had an unruly mass of brown hair and was dressed in a ruffly red frock.

"Hi there. I was just er, admiring the shrubbery."

"Why don't you have any clothes on?"

"Ah, they were stolen from me."

"JANE!"

An older woman's voice called out from the house. "What are you still doing there? We need to leave or we'll be late for the party."

Draco shot a panicked glance at the little girl - Jane. "Can you make me a promise, Jane?"

She frowned and crossed her arms. "That depends!"

Smart girl.

"Promise me you won't tell anyone that I'm here?" Draco pleaded. He could not believe he was pleading with a kid. He could not risk her telling her parents. They would be a little harder to convince on why he was standing in their backyard naked and talking to their child. And judging from the number of strange devices in the yard, he was in a Muggle residence

"And why shouldn't I?"

"JANE! Five more minutes or I will come out there and drag you to the car."

"YES MUM!" She hollered back.

"You see, its rather embarrassing for me to be seen without any clothes on, don't you think? I'd rather leave your house unnoticed."

Jane thought for a second before nodding. "Alright then." She turned on her heel and stomped back towards the house. Draco heaved a sigh of relief. That was a close one. Now, he had only one problem left. Where to go.

He had no wand. No money. He was almost grateful that he did not have time to cut off his hair or trim his beard. At least he would not be recognizable. Not that anyone would recognize him here.

He decided that it would probably be best if he went and borrowed some clothes from Jane's father. By the time they would notice something missing, he'd be long gone.

Draco, however, did not have the chance to put his plan into action because at that moment, he began to, once again, disappear.

Draco woke up the next morning confused.

He could not recall how he had ended up back in his bedroom. He got up and went to the bathroom, got rid of the beard, trimmed his hair short, took a long bath, and got dressed. He was greeted by his mother at the dining table.

"How was your sleep?" She asked, biting into a scone.

"Er, fine."

"You didn't come to dinner last night."

Bollocks.

"Ah, yes about that. I am terribly sorry mother. I was exhausted. Didn't get any proper sleep in Azkaban, as you might have guessed."

Narcissa waved him. "Quite alright, dear. Now eat some breakfast."

Draco decided that it was probably best that he did not tell his mother what had happened last night. He needed to find out for himself first.

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